Words are history, music, deceptions, reality: life.
I write all sorts of fiction, for example novels, short stories and poetry, for a variety of reasons. I write novels because I love the challenge of writing big (and because I'd like to earn my living from writing fiction). I write short stories because you can create miniature worlds or explore an idea in a very concentrated way. And I write poetry because I love the freedom I have to weave images and emotions together express myself without let or hindrance.
Novel 2: The Girl Who Dreamt of Water
My second novel - an Anglo-Dutch bicycling romance - is still very much WIP (I'm working on the 4th draft, still two or more to go...) but you can see a cover my great friend and brilliant artist Nicoll Heaslip has created for it here.
Novel 1: The Darkness Beneath
You can also read the first chapter of my first novel (horror/vampire), The End; the Beginning (now called The Darkness Beneath). You can but the eBook version here.
The photographs in this picture were taken in a refugee camp in Mexico for Guatemalans. The people had very little, but they lived as best they could. The children had art classes. The pictures here show what these children dreamed about. I made this set and wrote the words for an exhibition in Sweden in 2009 that featured artists from all over the world, all of whom belong the the MIRCA art group. The poem on the photograph reads:
I drift here and there, like clouds escaping over the horizon.
Though I can never leave, my childhood escaped.
Now it wanders, lost somewhere between nightmares and dreams.
Novel 2: The Girl Who Dreamt of Water
My second novel - an Anglo-Dutch bicycling romance - is still very much WIP (I'm working on the 4th draft, still two or more to go...) but you can see a cover my great friend and brilliant artist Nicoll Heaslip has created for it here.
Novel 1: The Darkness Beneath
You can also read the first chapter of my first novel (horror/vampire), The End; the Beginning (now called The Darkness Beneath). You can but the eBook version here.
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The photographs in this picture were taken in a refugee camp in Mexico for Guatemalans. The people had very little, but they lived as best they could. The children had art classes. The pictures here show what these children dreamed about. I made this set and wrote the words for an exhibition in Sweden in 2009 that featured artists from all over the world, all of whom belong the the MIRCA art group. The poem on the photograph reads:
I drift here and there, like clouds escaping over the horizon.
Though I can never leave, my childhood escaped.
Now it wanders, lost somewhere between nightmares and dreams.